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An encounter between vergil and Dante before Temen-ni-Gru Humil
Author [tenamanda1988] -:- Rated [Adult+] -:- Chapters [1] -:- Published [2006-09-28] -:- Updated [2006-09-28 00:00:00] -:- Edited [2006-09-28] -:- Hits [588] -:- Reviews [1] -:- Average / Total Vote [+++++ / 4]
OR MAYBE YOU'D PREFER DARK/LADY?
Fuck, he should really have taken Enzo’s offer of a night out rather than investigating rumours of demons in the park. But as per usual, Dante seemed to have a knack for going down the path that lead to the most action, and the most pain.
Or the most pleasure, with Vergil that line tended to blur.
His thoughts were disrupted when a warm tongue licked over his lips, enough to pick up the taste of the dried blood and relish it, finding it disappointing and not enough. That’s when Dante realised, in that rush of thought from Vergil, that he was going to be bleeding a lot more very soon.
Maybe he’d pass out.
“Like I’d let you Dante, my foolish, foolish brother.” Vergil closed his eyes for a moment, his smile oddly indulgent and affectionate. A smile that belonged on the face of a young boy as he allowed his brother the top bunk, or gave into his pleas to watch a movie for the third time in a row. Not on the psychotic killer Dante now knew.
A warmth began to creep into him, energy he realised as his fingers twitched and finally, finally he could blink. Grateful moisture sweeping over his pupils as he performed the movement fervently.
Dante wasn’t one to waste time when an opportunity came though, he lunged up, head butting Vergil hard just on the weak chance that he could yank that dagger out and resume the fight. “Get the fuck off me you dumb prick!” he snarled, his right hand going for the daggers hilt.
IT'S SO KIND OF ME TO ORGANIZE THESE FICS TOGETHER FOR YOU.
The world exploded into black, stars sparking into being and vanishing just as quickly. When his vision did come back it was to Vergil’s face a hair’s breadth away from his own, his brothers cool lips hard and insistent on his own. His tongue already working on prying open Dante’s mouth.
Dante for his part, put up a valiant struggle to keep the entryway firmly shut. Hard when at that particular moment Vergil’s hand was running over his torso with startling familiarity. Dante honestly couldn’t decide whether to be glad he didn’t wear a shirt under his coat or not.
A strangled noise, half-moan, half-protest welled up from his throat when Vergil thumbed a nipple, allowing the elder twin to push his tongue into Dante’s mouth, seeking to dominate him swiftly. When Dante, inevitably, bit down on the intruding muscle he merely growled and carried on. His regenerative powers competing with the sawing of his brothers teeth as blood flowed and began to choke Dante.
In his current state two minutes of this was all Dante could take before he was forced to unclamp his jaws and choke down Vergil’s blood, his lungs screaming for air through the thick liquid. It wasn’t until his vision began to blacken round the edges that Vergil ‘mercifully’ pulled back and let him breath.
“Y-you… fucker…” Dante gasped after a few harsh breathes.
“Your likeness to a broken record is astounding.” Vergil said drolly, grasping the hilt of the dagger, surely not to pull it out?
“FUCK!!!” Dante screamed, arching his back as Vergil began to move the blade through his body, cutting through flesh, organs and skin so that the metal lay snugly in his side rather than his belly. Probably so it was less of an obstacle for what he had planned.
The pain was incredibly, daggers like this one were made for stabbing, not cutting. So to make it do so required some work on Vergil’s part. Sawing and using pure force to make the blade move, virtually ramming his way through Dante‘s body.
POOR DANTE. LOL HAVE A POTION?
“A fool Dante…” Vergil muttered, sweat starting to bead at his temples. “So very foolish.”
“T-takes one to know one.” Dante gasped as the pleasure began to rule, mixing with the pain in an oddly intoxicating manner and waking his own arousal.
Odd how sex made Vergil more talkative. “Wasting your time here with humans…” he hissed, ignoring the childish jibe. “Ignoring your demon heritage for the weaker half…”
He grunted as shifted the angle of his thrust, moving faster now. His hand twining in Dante’s lank silver hair, wrapping strands around his fingers firmly so that each time he rocked back a sharp tug was administered to his brothers scalp. “Such a disappointment…”
Disappointment? Him? Dante’s thoughts were spinning from the sensations, and that was before Vergil wrapped a firm hand around his arousal and stroked him roughly in time with his thrusts, coaxing him to completion.
He wasn’t the one who betrayed both their mothers and fathers memory by trying to undo their work and forget their love. He wasn’t the one who initiated the fights, tried to murder his twin in the name of greed and power. He wasn’t the one laid on top of him right now, fucking him mercilessly into the ground.
Dante arched his body, muscles screaming as they dragged against broken bone and steel, but he couldn’t help it. The wave of euphoria as he came screaming into his brothers hand, being filled with his twins release was enough to shake free what little control of his limbs that he had left.
And as it subsided he felt Vergil’s weight come down heavily on top of him, panting before his lips sought Dante’s hungrily, possessively. He could almost swear he heard a fervent ‘Mine’ being whispered over the roar of blood in his veins.
They remained like that, Vergil draped heavily over Dante for some minutes. Vergil recovering his energy and Dante struggling to fight through the residual pleasure and returning pain to some coherent level of thought.
He knew what was coming next, Vergil would calmly get up, zip up his trousers and after retrieving Yamato from the ground, he would walk away. Somehow it was always that last part that hurt the most.
I COULD GO FOR SOME DARK LOVIN'
OH COULD YOU, NOW? MAYBE I COULD HELP YOU WITH THAT.
YOU CAN HELP AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE
YOU GONNA BACK THAT THING UP OR SHOULD I PUSH UP ON IT?
PUSH, PUSH, GOD YES, PUSH IT!
AH DARK SOGOOD~
I WANT YOU BOUNCING
ANYTHING FOR YOU, BB. ♥
THINK YOU CAN HANDLE THESE CURVES?
OH I CAN MORE THAN HANDLE THEM
WHY DONCHA GRAB ONTO THEM
I'LL TAKE YOU FOR A SPIN.
UNTZ UNTZ UNTZ
OOOH BABY DON'T STOP
SO GOOD~
ILUBB
LET'S DO IT AGAIN SOMETIME